It was the only world I had and yet it had turned against me. Boy had it ever turned against me! It had turned against me big time; it was kicking my arse from one end of the room to the other. It was the only word I had and yet it was also a nightmare. Where to run or where to hide become the only questions worth asking. What else counts, after, all in this type of situation? What else could you possibly care about? In this type of situation there is nothing more meaningless than a question that has nothing to do with either hiding or escaping. Interesting, isn’t it?

What I didn’t know is that every time I escaped from the horrors of the Abuser World I inadvertently created an even more abusive situation for myself to be horrendously trapped in.  ‘If you think this world is bad then you should see the others’, as your man says. If you think this world is bad. What I didn’t know was that I wasn’t quite as clever as I thought I was. Not so clever at all really. It was as bad as they come and then some. As bad as they come and then a little bit extra on top. Some extra topping for your pizza.

I was enjoying the product. ‘That sure is a great product’, I said to myself, ‘what a truly fantastic product that is’. I was immersed in the greatness of the product. I was Immersed in the Extraordinary Beauty of the Immaculate Product. We’re all having a marvellous time here of course, without any exceptions. A splendid, splendid time. We all kick back and put our feet up and we’re drinking in that fabulous kudos. Drinking it right in. Life was never better, etc. The roses never smelt sweeter.

Priests came to tell us how to worship the product and all our sins were exfoliated. It’s time to sit back, put your feet up and breathe in the intoxicatingly rich product-kudos. No one ever forgets the smell of a truly great product. ‘There’s a wonderful world you can share,’ as the marvellous words to that great old song tell us. I for one want to share it and I don’t care who knows it!

You can never win in a fight against the Abuser Mind. That’s the single most important lesson that you’ll ever have to learn in life, I think. I could always be wrong though, of course. Perhaps I am wrong. It’s entirely possible. Likely, even. Maybe there are more important lessons in life that you have to learn but if there are then I know nothing about them.

It’s dark where I am, dark and dingey. Rank odours assail my nostrils. Small creeping things creep silently by me in the inky gloom. Don’t ask me how I was able to hear them when they were so very silent but hear them I did. I heard every one of them. I heard them and I shuddered in my shoes. I heard them and my mind reeled in horror. You may laugh but I’ve made every mistake in the book, and then some…